The god complex (Book one of The Devil's Daughter trilogy)

Chapter four.

How do I start to describe the trouble I get into when my dad let me tell him everything. After dad went to the surface and retrieved Night, with a couple of new souls, then did he start to yell.

"FIRE! WHERE IS SHE?" My father screams as I come tiptoeing out of my room. I try to be secretive but when his eyes catch mine he erupts into flames. "HOW CAN YOU BE SO DAFT? I SWEAR THE LIGHTS ARE ON BUT NOBODIES HOME." His voice softens has he clutches my face in his palms, I try to squirm away but he holds on tighter until I feel he may crush my jaw. "You don't think, what would have happened if Luna got a hold of you and tried to kill you, or kill Night." I push away from him, not lighting on fire, this is my dad I can't hurt him.

"SHE CAN'T OKAY! I'm immortal and so is Night, so just drop it please." His eyes soften and it looks like he isn't telling me something. I stand there waiting for him to yell more with my arms crossed over my chest and look at the people standing around me. Chaos is shaking in the corner with her arms wrapped around her small body and Night isn't looking at me with pity that I'm used to seeing. He must have his memories back, I'm so sick and tired of being treated as a child but I act like one as I start to walk away.

"Oh no you don't, I'm still speaking to you," my father grabs my arm, twisting it act a strange angle. I hear a rip and a bone shattering crack. He looks at my arm in horror as the bone pokes out of my arm tearing my leather jacket. I scream and clutch my arm to my chest, my screams shake Night back into shape, he looks at me now with my lighter fluid tears trailing down my face. He grabs my father out of my grasp before I do anything drastic. Chaos wraps her arms around my shoulders and whisks me off to my room. With tears streaming down my face do I start to feel myself getting light headed.

"Don't," I almost choke on my own saliva but I swallow the cough coming up my throat. "Stop, I know what you're doing." Chaos gives me a sad smile, and I can hardly see anymore. My footing becomes sloppy. "C-Chaos stop," my words start to slur together when I hear massive footsteps slamming on the concrete floor. I can barely keep my eyes open when I feel massive arms grab me off the ground and pull me into a warm chest. "Night."

"Don't worry I gotcha." I black out before we get to my room.

I blink and try to sit up quick but the pressure on my chest weighs me down. I reach up to try and see what it is but a hand grabs my wrist and stops me. "You may be immortal but not indestructible, it was a nasty break. Chaos had to keep you under and even after that you still kept catching on fire." Night smiles or at least tries to, I can still tell he's angry at me.

"I'm sorry about your memories. I just didn't want you to know what could have happened." I try to smile but I stop when the pain in my arm becomes excruciating.

"Don't worry about it, I'm glad you did though, that girl is insane. She kept going on and on about how I was taken by the she devil." I laugh, that wouldn't be the first time I was called that. "I finally had to tell her that I left I wasn't taken, that I chose to leave her. She burst into tears and that's when your dad walked in he was like, wipe your tears and act like a lady, so what he doesn't love you, its not like you love him." I smile, I have to admit that Night does a pretty good impression of my dad. I furrow my eyebrows and Night sighs tiredly. "He feels bad about what he did, he told me that you just bring out the protective side in him." Night gives me a sad smile which makes my cheeks burn and my heart ache.

"Alright I get him wanting to protect me, but, hello, broken arm over here. Now how am I supposed to beat you at arm wrestling?" Night laughs, a real laugh, throwing his head back and everything.

"Well you better heal quick if you want to wrestle this," he raises both of his arms over his head and flexes his biceps, which are massive. My eyes dart from one to the other, my eyes travel to his hands, which are covered in bandages. I gasp and his eyes follow mine and stop at his hands. He tries to quickly put them down but I grab them and undo the bandages. His hands are covered in burn marks.

"Did I do this," I spin his hands over, even the palms are burned, he winces when I run my hands over them.

"Someone had to hold you down while your dad re-broke your arm, while Chaos held you under mentally, Daye helped too. I have to say he got the worst of it though, you kicked him." Night snickers at what he just told me, trying to play it off. "You should have seen him fly," he stops speaking and watches as the horror flashes across my face.

"I'm so sorry," I shake my head and I can feel my gasoline tears forming in my eyes, I ball up my fists and they light up as soon as the tears fall. I grind my teeth together, and I feel something churn in my heart. Night gasps and I know why, all of me is on fire and my eyes are black coal. I see myself in Night's bedroom mirror, I look like a monster. "I am a monster."

I shatter the bedroom mirror sending glass shards everywhere. Night ducks for cover, protecting his head, like that's going to help him stop me. I laugh sending shivers down my own spine, I throw fire at his bedroom door, splintering the wood making Night cower more. "And I always will be," I don't know how to describe losing myself, the best I can describe it is being sucked into a black hole upside down on spin cycle and then trying to climb out blind folded.

The thing that fuels actual fire is oxygen without that there isn't any fire, but with me its different. What fuels me is anger. The thing is I'm not mad at my dad or Chaos, not Night or Daye, hell not even Luna, but myself. Something is off.

"A throne for a king and all there is, is me," my voice isn't my own. It sounds like a stand of voices trying to speak at once, my voice not being heard. All of them shout on top of mine, they try to dominate my mouth, and me. "Fire, Queen of Isolation." I turn and catch myself in a mirror, not a pretty sight. I clutch at my burning chest, where a heart would be, a beating one, but not a sound is heard. No blood rushing, no thump-thump, nothing. Just hollow space. I reach out to touch the mirror, my fingers graze the cool smooth surface, but when my fingers touch it the smooth surface turns into a dripping mess.

"FIRE!" Someone shouts, I can't tell whom, but the spin cycle is over and I've reached the edge of the black hole. My flames burn out and I'm there falling back, my body is heavy and all I can see is the shadow of what I just was on the mirror.

A monster.